Из альбома: Real Life Color
days pass too quickly when they're spent living like this
we could be wrong, but i'd never say
or we could be right, i think we may
never find out, just because
talking takes time and i try hard to sketch out these shapes
lines could be letters for all i know
i made a guess i think it's too low
we'll just slide by on our way out,
glaring at grins like they've done the impossible
we could be wrong, but i'd never say
or we could be right, i think we may
be caught running parallel after
all i want to do is align these sides perpendicular
tighten our angled lines, traced along your spine
all i want to do is divide this lonely perimeter
measured out like miles, corners catch that smile
if i could be you could be i could be...